Sunny lay in her bed tonight reciting this poem over and over again. Go on, give ‘er a listen.
Her sweet little voice kills me. KILLS. ME.
I had a little frog.
His name was Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub
to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water.
He ate up all the soap.
And then he BURPED last night
from a bubble in his throat.
Not bad, eh?
So that was our big Friday night entertainment.
Yes, we’re parents. How could you tell?
I’m indulging a current obsession with poufs and made one for Sunny.
A custom jumbo crochet hook is on its way across the Atlantic so that I can make some adult sized versions of this bad boy.
The nesting instinct has turned into a knitting compulsion. The Sesame Seed should make her appearance soon, or my house will be overrun with odd, woolen accessories. Which is totally appropriate in this 100 degree weather.
Oof. POUF!
Let’s just say that the near completion of Kimmy’s wooden tug boat renovation has her glowing, much like these buoys. Adding one of these lights to the waters near the tug would make it THAT much cooler. As though it were possible.
Heck, I will take one for the patio of my home in the mountains.
